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I posted a fic this morning:
Negotiations
HP / Shipless / PG / Percy and Ginny exchange heated words post-HBP
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You know what's mean? Making a cake and not letting anyone eat it until Sunday. I'm starving and there's hardly anything to eat in this house and I'm not allowed to touch the nice cake. Mean, mean.
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I spent four hours today calling possibly relucant voters who were registered with the Democratic party. The election is four days away. How can people still be undecided?? I talked with some nice people. I talked with some obnoxious people. Mostly, I talked with some answering machines. (FYI, having your toddler record the message is not cute. It's annoying.)
I find it amusing that Michele Bachmann's supporters have put out so many attack ads accusing Patty Wetterling of running a negative campaign. I won't be amused if Bachmann wins. I loathe that woman.
On the way home, I toyed with the idea of an Angel/Clueless crossover, where an anxious Cher turns to Angel after her father foolishly makes a deal with Wolfram and Hart, and only Cordelia can decipher what she's trying to say.
ETA: The cake, it turns out, is for tonight. The artichoke dip and spanakopita are for Sunday. I can live with that.
I'm rewatching S3 of BtVS. I think that, episode for episode, this is the best season. Shaky start (though "Anne" has grown on me) but then Faith shows up and...eeeee. Though S2 had the best villain and the best ending.
I'm listening to John Barrowman singing some Broadway tunes and damn, I wish he were on my recording of "Miss Saigon." Because it's a great recording except for the guy playing Chris. And John sings "Why God Why?" so very very nicely. I hope John is nice in real life because I have it in my head right now that he's more or less perfect. *sigh*
Negotiations
HP / Shipless / PG / Percy and Ginny exchange heated words post-HBP
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You know what's mean? Making a cake and not letting anyone eat it until Sunday. I'm starving and there's hardly anything to eat in this house and I'm not allowed to touch the nice cake. Mean, mean.
_____
I spent four hours today calling possibly relucant voters who were registered with the Democratic party. The election is four days away. How can people still be undecided?? I talked with some nice people. I talked with some obnoxious people. Mostly, I talked with some answering machines. (FYI, having your toddler record the message is not cute. It's annoying.)
I find it amusing that Michele Bachmann's supporters have put out so many attack ads accusing Patty Wetterling of running a negative campaign. I won't be amused if Bachmann wins. I loathe that woman.
On the way home, I toyed with the idea of an Angel/Clueless crossover, where an anxious Cher turns to Angel after her father foolishly makes a deal with Wolfram and Hart, and only Cordelia can decipher what she's trying to say.
ETA: The cake, it turns out, is for tonight. The artichoke dip and spanakopita are for Sunday. I can live with that.
I'm rewatching S3 of BtVS. I think that, episode for episode, this is the best season. Shaky start (though "Anne" has grown on me) but then Faith shows up and...eeeee. Though S2 had the best villain and the best ending.
I'm listening to John Barrowman singing some Broadway tunes and damn, I wish he were on my recording of "Miss Saigon." Because it's a great recording except for the guy playing Chris. And John sings "Why God Why?" so very very nicely. I hope John is nice in real life because I have it in my head right now that he's more or less perfect. *sigh*